Questionable Being
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Category : Poems
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I'm a no lifer
Always looking for pain.
That's what I think
As I always refrain.
It's like a constant rain
Throughout my inner brain.
I'm there but then I'm not
Like a ghost, lost and distraught.
There's a light there
In the darkness, yet I fear it.
Why am I like this?
Why haven't I healed yet?
Unspoken words
Piling up through the years.
Is there peace
In the darkness?
Or am I stuck in a process
Of what is called, constant failures?
